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Ballet Music (Gounod)
Violet (thoughts)
September 14, early hours of the morning
I won’t go to sleep. Neither will Javier. He’s always awake. “He’s everywhere !” the passengers say enthusiastically. “You can’t hide from him,” the staff murmurs. It’s one o’clock and he’s improvising a game with some night owls he has led away from the bar when he saw how bored they were with their nose in cheap drinks bought on their unlimited non-alcoholic beverage card. They soon gathered in a circular whirlpool I call the Moon Smile since it stays open all night and reminds me of the smileys of digital language… I’ve always wanted to jump in. It’s pretty big and gleaming between the Alhambra lounge (the room where we’ll arrange the artworks to be auctioned) and the disco-bar. That’s the place you’r
